Hear eye sit on my throne of body parts and pheces, only looking for closure from the sincerst parts of the world wide web confined and debilitated, controlled and anally raped for the roughest part is no lubrication. Hair held back like a reins of a mare, (sic)ly scorned and laughed you are no muse no salvation, and yet i play. pay and play like a video arcade, with no spiritual advance end. no why only just because... the love is a time again illness, from a partner of buull shit future, economical refinenment, the oven just hott enough, to not b3 called a genocide. these rules are ridiculous to even the minor of justly victimization, my thrown my people...of gnats. swimming around aimlessly, to cash in on that costlty american dream. no i would move, far far away if eye could, but my self inflicted scars of doubt. GLAD you are HAPPY but cant ignore how much a lie that smile is to meye eyes. Trandscend to ascend the descend with no unmoral support. All alone and deep in thot, gradually become a cadaver of another days work. This momentary peace is broken, bashed, shattered, skinned, and torn. deep in such a cataclysmic pit of self ought. The throne of your pheces, and eye bare the stench, eye bare it... because what is this 360 degree of failed rememberance. the weight eye took on these shoulders. The pressure to poke out my 3rd eye. Die I will. Die I must. This, eye am, what jesus desciples would call, meye very own, mindfully bodywoven soul, Scum of mother earth.

Please?

the 2nd of may was the day that I got to be with a couple of good friends and my cousin and traveled many of distance to a great village known as detroit to partake in the musical insperations of devildriver. All was great, all was fun. The guitars grinding, the heart pounding to the beat of the drums. The screams, growls, and feedback of the vox where the only words you can make out is fuck. Death was all around me no, bad times man. Cool Cats wherever you walk. Head banging mongruls, mosh pitting creatures. The show ended, the car, that faithful cutlass of mine was broken into. Took my cds, my cup holder... my car lighter gone?!?! Seriously, you are going to take my car lighter? All that was taken from me was meaningless, expendable. No biggie. But cousin, he took the biggest lost. I felt really bad about it. I know nothing can be done, shit happens, but that one little ounce of the moment thot that enters my being of how this could have been prevented. Oh well. I ignored my gut and again paid for it.

Here we stand. Hopefully you are still not celebrating the first of the year today because that would be quite foolish. But what the hell, happy new year everyone!

Fuck Yeah! I felt the vibrations in my groin! The crevices in my soul! Beat me and toss me away, for I will crawl back up and eat the bread and drink the wine again! The fruits to my ears! Bless the music and all that it is for it is my religion! My ritual right! Thats right maggots, I've heard what has come from the waves! MAYHEM FESTIVAL! I release I need. My meditation. Your twisted lyrics of truth Five Finger Death Punch! Walls of Jehrico, just gave me another reason to bob my head. Machine Head surreality, the light has shown on your art that day. Truly a blessing! Mastadon, your sludge excites me, you are the definition of Pink if he were to ever be metal. Disturbed... good job, you brought back memories. Slipknot, you psyched me up and spit me out! I was there for your prosthetics, and everything else. I bow to you, the mighty!


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Now that I got that out of the way, time for some venting, what the fuck stock accounts? You contribute to the arts and you have... RESTRICTIONS?!?!?! Art is not suppose to be safe, it is a damage to the brain, where would we be without it? You know who you are that have these simple limitations of what we can and can not do to your photograph. I know I will not use it with such restrictions on the website, but my muse is not pleased... Derogatory. Abomination. You might as well say just look at this photo and don't do anything at all towards it. For those of you who know no bounds when it comes to art, bless you and thank you.


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